An Obituary for Thomas Sutton, Who Is Absolutely Dead
Despite the comments his neighbor Kevin left on Thomas’ Facebook posts, Thomas will be remembered by so many as a wonderful artist.
Tag: Family
How to Pick Your Battles with Your Children
Will whatever the child is trying to do harm them but make for an awesome viral video?
Where Your Family Ate Dinner and What It Says About You
Dining Table, Separate Dining Room Disorganized: Okay rich, with divorcing parents.
Stop Calling Me a Nepo Baby, I Worked My Buns Off to Become the Burger Crown Prince!
Sure, the door might have been slightly ajar, but I had to walk through it. And I drank all the milkshakes and yelled, “How do you like me now!”
Advice from My Grandmother About Coping with the Heat
It so happens, and to remind you, I have air conditioning, central air, in my condominium apartment. And Ethel's granddaugher is visiting.
Kids, Scrub Daddy and Scrub Mommy Are Getting a Divorce
Please, Scrubbies, dry the grease from your eyes. I’ll always be your Scrub Daddy.
No, No, Mr. Clean Was My Father’s Name—I’m Dave
Don’t mean to harp on this but please use a coaster. I know we’re in a bar but the wet circle under the glass… sorry, it’s just the way I was raised.
Terms and Conditions of Being the Eldest Daughter in an Immigrant Family (Version 42.7)
By birth order or circumstantial trauma, you have been designated as the emotional backbone of the household.
A Sales Pitch for Camping
Do you want to ignite a painful audit of your soul and psyche where you question every decision in your life that led to this moment?
Open Letter from a Group of Dead Grandmas Who Don’t Appreciate the Tattoos You Got to “Honor” Them
But now, a poor approximation of Jean Marie that looks similar to a haunted Victorian child is disfiguring the thighs of her two living legacies.
Me? Oh, Just Living the Dream
So now I’m a child, still bouncing on the trampoline—did I mention the forest floor is made of trampoline?—and I’m trying desperately not to cry.
Sorry There’s No Pictures of You from Second to Sixth Grade, We Ran Out of Google Storage
What would you rather have: frugal parents who saved almost $2 a month, or documented proof that you experienced a childhood?